Simon de Montfort, created Earl of Leicester by Henry III., was the younger son of Simon de Montfort, the renowned but cruel commander of the croisade against the Albigenses. This nobleman was greatly honoured by Henry III., to whose sister, the Countess Dowager of Pembroke, he paid his addresses, and was married, with the consent of her brother. For the favour thus shown him by his sovereign, he, however, proved ungrateful: his inordinate ambition, cloaked by a pretended zeal for reform, was the cause of those rebellions which, in the reign of Henry III., kept the kingdom in such a continued turmoil. The different oppressions and successes of the confederate barons, who at length got possession of the king's person, and the civil wars which ensued, are so well known as to render any remark on the subject superfluous; suffice it to say, that the disputes between the malcontents and the royal party were at length terminated by the battle of Evesham, which decided in favour of the latter. In this field fell the Earl of Leicester and his eldest son, Henry de Montfort. His death was followed by the total ruin of his family; his titles and estates were all confiscated; the countess, his wife, who had been extremely active in her designs against the royalists, was banished, together with her sons, Simon and Guy, who afterwards assassinated their cousin, Henry d'Allmane, when he was endeavouring to effect a reconciliation between them and their uncle, Henry IV. The head of the earl was sent as a signal of the victory by Roger de Mortimer to the countess; but his body, together with that of his son Henry, was interred in the Abbey of Evesham; thus leaving the improbability of the legend without a shadow of doubt. As our limits will not allow us to quote the whole of the ballad,[1] we must content ourselves with giving the song of the beggar, which, as well as being the most interesting, contains the whole of the legend concerning de Montfort:-- A poore beggar's daughter did dwell on a greene, Who for her fairnesse might well be a queene: A blithe bonny lasse, and a daintye was shee, And many one called her pretty Bessee. Her father hee had noe goods nor noe land, But begg'd for a penny all day with his hand; And yett to her marriage he gave thousands three, And still he hath somewhat for pretty Bessee. And if any one here her birth doe disdaine, Her father is ready, with might and with maine, To prove shee is come of noble degree-- Therefore, ever flout att prettye Bessee. * * * * * Then give me leave, nobles and gentles, each one, One song more to sing, and then I have done; And if that itt may not winn good report, Then doe not give me a GROAT for my sport. Sir Simon de Montfort my subject shall bee. Once chiefe of all the great barons was hee-- Yet fortune so cruelle this lorde did abase, Now loste and forgotten are hee and his race.